D C Lally
Saw Billy and Martine at a naturist summer party. They were great but doing mainly covers (their Crazy Love and Moondance and Summertime were particularly memorable). So the style of the recordings came as a surprise. Great to have a contemporary take on the Canterbury style, but it's not just that. Mellow and rich. Enjoy, I certainly am.
I didn't know something could sound folky and jazzy at the same time, but Billy can. That's prog, I suppose. Album gets even better the more you listen to it, Folky scenes interluded with adventurous intersections. And of course the beautifull vocals by Martine. Billy gets his inspiration from the same source Andy Tillison (the Tangent) does, but handles it in a totally different manner. Love this.
Neil Talbott (Aquilegian)
Why? It's melodic, experimental, proggy, jazzy; the shape of the music undulates like the hilly landscape it was born in, the vocals perfectly uncurl Thoreau's poems- bedded in gorgeous multifaceted arrangments, the soloing is a joy to listen to, the sound stage is lustrous. It's the Canterbury sound reborn... and it ought to be recognised as a prog/jazz classic. Not to be missed.
Favorite track: The Vessel.
Having run away from the circus to tour Japan with Caravan's Dave Sinclair, Billy Bottle now burrows in the depths of Devon, England.
Band leader, multi-instrumentalist and pianist for Mike Westbrook's Big Band, Billy blends a hint of Canterbury-scene with jazz and folk, bringing forth their new offering, Unrecorded Beam.
This mini-epic concept album, set to the poetry of American Transcendentalist, Henry David Thoreau, connotes nostalgia and whimsy, whilst pushing the experimental/free-improvisational boundaries; warranting its release with the longstanding avant-garde label, Leo Records.
Produced by Lee Fletcher of Unsung Productions, Unrecorded Beam has been adorned with Fletcher's distinctive approach, creating an enchanting and ethereal soundscape - suitably complimenting Thoreau's evocative landscape.
The Multiple is led by vocalist/violinist Martine Waltier, harmonically supported by the graceful flute of Vivien Goodwin-Darke, the stomping trombone of Angus Menter and the outrageously daring sax of Roz Harding.
Premiering on bass guitar is renowned jazz guitarist, Mike Outram, who can be found plucking his stuff alongside the percussive wonders of Gary Evans. With cameo appearances from legendary chanteuse, Kate Westbrook, organist Kula Shaker's Jay Darlington, and touch guitar specialist, Markus Reuter, Billy Bottle & The Multiple have re-created and re-addressed the concept of a concept album - an odyssey defying all odds!
released December 16, 2013
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Lee Fletcher
(an Unsung Production)
Co-produced, Composed and Arranged by Billy Bottle
Band Recorded at Momentum Studios, Plymstock by Josiah Manning
All Vocals, Keyboards, Organ, Violin, and Additional Bass engineered
by Lee Fletcher (recorded at Studio Fletchertronics, Paignton &
Big Red, Dame Hannah's at Seale Hayne, Newton Abbot)
Welcome to the world of Billy Bottle & The Multiple. Multi-instrumentalist, composer and band leader Billy Bottle is joined
by Martine Waltier on violin and vocals. They are accompanied by their friends, The Multiple.
"vigorous and unequivocally hip" - All About Jazz
"brilliant!" - Robert Wyatt
"their own pastoral brand of whimsical psych-folk" - Jazzwise...more
Track Name: Within The Circuit Of This Plodding Life
Within the Circuit of this Plodding Life
Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring strews them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievances
Track Name: Winter Memories
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On every twig and rail,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of summer past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnswort grew,
The bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial,—purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God's cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter's task again
Track Name: The Vessel
Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
But swiftly still our fortunes pace
To find us out in every place.
The vessel, though her masts be firm,
Beneath her copper bears a worm;
Around the cape, all across the line,
Till fields of ice her course confine;
It matters not how smooth the breeze,
How shallow or how deep the seas,
Whether she bears Manilla twine,
Or in her hold Madeira wine,
Or China teas, or Spanish hides,
In port or quarantine she rides;
Far from New England's blustering shore,
New England's worm her hulk shall bore,
And sink her in the Indian seas,
Twine, wine, and hides, and China teas.
Track Name: Inward Morning
Track Name: O Nature
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy quire, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
I want to lay on the land,
Too long have I remained alone,
I stumble in the dark.
Let’s seal this bond,
Feeling my finger in the earth,
You’re never very far away.
Give me thy most privy place
For where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in.
For I would rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city's year forlorn.
Some still work give me to do, -
Only - be it near to you!
Track Name: Outward Morning
Track Name: Fog
Dull water spirit--and Protean god
Descended cloud fast anchored to the earth
That drawest too much air for shallow coasts
Thou ocean branch that flowest to the sun
Incense of earth, perfumed with flowers -
Spirit of lakes and rivers, seas and rills
Come to revisit now thy native scenes
Night thoughts of earth -dream drapery
Dew cloth and fairy napkin
Thou wind-blown meadow of the air.
Track Name: Mere Smoke Of Opinion
Track Name: Men Say They Know Many Things
Men Say They Know Many Things
Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, -
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that anybody knows.